nevertheless~

part 69

TESSA'S POV

We stumble into the room, our hands onto each other's bodies, our lips lingering onto each other, our breaths everywhere and my mind somewhere else.

“I…oh my”, he pulls away from me, shutting the door, and coming to my neck the next moment, his hands slipping down my chest to the front, unbuttoning the pearl buttons.

“If you break a single one, I swear”, I go to speak but he silences me fast.

“Shushh”, he kisses my face, forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, right and left; and finally lips, all the while his hands successfully removing the ends of the dress off of my shoulders.

"Do you promise to scream my name so the hotel lobbies remember me after I'm gone?", he says kissing my shoulder, his hands going back to my lower back.

"Hardin", I am a panting mess as he pushes me back to the bed, getting on top of me, his one hand sliding over his back and tugging at the neckline of his shirt.

"What? Say you promise me", he manages to get his shirt off in a single go, the piece of clothing being forgotten as soon as his chest comes into my vision.

"You like what you see?", he asks, taking my hands and placing it on his chest, like he even has to.

"I do. It's all very beautiful", I answer and trace the tattoos on his chest, the sorrowful tree the small small flowers or ferns on it.

"Nuh-uh", he catches my hand as it lowers to the top of his jeans and my eyes fly to his.

"Promise me…that when I am fucking you, you're gonna scream my name", he leans down, joining his forehead to mine, the heat of his skin radiating onto me, my own body aching to be under his and enjoying this the very same.

"You want screaming or singing?", I try to tease him, and he anchors above me, with his one arm, my hand that was drawing over him between us, over the top of my head, pinning it down.

"Oh baby, I will take anything. As long as I get to make you moan my name, I don't give a fuck if it's singing or screaming", his free hand goes between us, as he slides it inside my underwear.

"Do you promise but?", he teases with a single finger drawing over the spot I need him.

"I promise, but quit playing", I say and he obliges leaning forward for a kiss, with a shit eating grin on his face and he single handedly pushes my underwear to my knees.

"So wet, so needy and with that attitude?", he murmurs and he plays with my entrance.

"Do I need to straighten it?", he says and kisses me.

"Yes baby? Do I have to fuck…the attitude out of your beautiful, killing body", he tortures me further by removing his hand from me, and looks me dead in the eyes.

The next thing that I hear, helps my case in no way, as I gasp at what I listen. The clinging of his bed, widens my eyes as I realise what's happening.

"Do I?", he whispers a third time for me, a look of pure sex in his eyes.

"I guess you have to, but I don't think it's quite possible".

"Why do you think?", he quizzically asks.

"Because you wouldn't last", I snark him up.

"Oh darling. Oh my darling Tessa, while I love you very much, I hate for you to be so wrong", he gets up removing his grasp on my pinned hand, which if I didn't have all of my attention on Hardin I'd have pulled back down.

"You're so wrong", he gets off the bed, standing in front of me and I lean up on my elbows to watch.

"Am I?", I ask as I reach down and throw my pantines to the side.

"Uh, huh.", his jeans come off and he comes on top of me, spreading my knees apart, leaning down.

"When I get done with you tonight, you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow baby", he says and pins down both of my hands.

"And when you will sit, you'll remember every single second of tonight. Everyone looking at you, will ask what's happened to your stunning neck, and all you'll have to say will be a little white lie", he presses himself into me, getting me ready for all that he promises.

"Hardin", I whine impatiently as he kisses my collar bone.

"Already whining?", he scoffs sexily and in the next moments the snarky remark that was sitting at the tip of my mouth gets swallowed. He moves his way inside me and I shut up quick, as my eyes shut to feel this.

"Oh my", his free hand comes between us to my chest, pressing onto my hard nipple.

“She likes?”, he keeps talking as I feel electricity run through me, coursing within my insides.

“Hush”, I pull his neck downwards to kiss me and let these feelings take me beyond.

He goes faster and faster with me, and his hand continues to do his sweet assault on my skin as all this starts to feel too much. My hands run through his hair and downwards to his shoulders and down to his back. He picks up the rhythm that becomes my undoing and my back arches from the bed as my knees buck at his sides.

“Hardin, I’m so close, please don’t stop.”, I yell into the ceiling as my nails dig into his skin and I worry if it hurts but am too far gone to even think about that at this moment.

“What?”, he whispers his lips parting to kiss against my shoulders as his hips move in tandem of vicious movements.

“Hardin, don’t tease me.”, I say, as I feel him smiling against my shoulder.

“I was gonna make you scream.”, my thighs shiver as I peak closer.

“HARDIN!”, I scream as I get even closer and unbeknownst to me, his hand finds my clit rubbing in torturous circles that become slowly faster and faster and I come undone under him.

“Oh my god”, I sigh as I feel his last strokes as he finishes too.

“Gosh”, he groans as he buries his face into my neck, my hand coming to his neck, as his lips feel ticklish to me suddenly, the skin all over me becoming sensitive and suddenly every single, even a whisper of touch feels too much.

“Mhmm”, I turn into his side as he gets off of me and I feel myself getting drowsy and sleepy.

“Hey”, he says, booping my nose softly and his hands go to my waist as he pulls me closer to him.

“Hi”, I lay my head on his arm, finally at rest and my sensory heightened everywhere.

“How are you feeling?”, he asks.

“Like, I am floating in a pool”, I answer and get a laugh out of him.

“Sex with me is like floating in a pool?”, he giggles quietly in the room as if speaking to himself.

“Non”, I say.

“Falling in love with you was like floating in air, I didn't even realize when I had slipped into something new", I say kissing him one last time as we both give ourselves away to sleep.

It's true, falling in love with Hardin was like swimming through clouds, I was in a sky full of gloomy black ones, when I met him. In white fluffy ones when I figured out this could become something more and now, I'm in bright and brilliant pink ones, where everything is so perfect. He is so perfect. I am so perfect with him. We are so perfect.

However, I've had to learn the hard way, that the most care is provided for perfect things because they have the highest probability of breaking and quickly. And the worst part is, when a perfect thing breaks, it hurts more than words can describe, that's why we say, prevention is better than cure don't we?
This is prevention, I tell myself as I lay there watching him.